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PLANET OF DESIRE
Chapter 9
"Love with an Angel"
The angels enjoyed his misery as he was borne high over the
jungles; there was no doubt about it. Their names were Angen,
Teren and Vorin; they teased and taunted him whenever he flagged
in his pleading for his life.
"But we have a bet going." Vorin said at last, for the
fiftieth time in a row.
Ivan realized that there was nothing he could say or do to
these creatures that would prevent them from having their fun,
whatever it turned out to be. Begging wasn't in his nature.
There was a price to pay too high even for life itself.
"I don't care anymore." he said dully at last. "Go ahead
with your bet and let me drop."
"As you wish." said Teren and let go of him.
Angen hadn't let go, but the sudden weight must have been
too much in the surprise, for his grip wasn't enough; Ivan's arm
slipped out of the clutch and he plummeted toward the ground.
His loincloth flapped for a time, to be untied and whisked
away in the winds, falling slower than he did.
Ivan groaned in fear and dared to look down. Jungle and
rocks; he would fall onto the rocks and be dashed to a bloody
smear.
Ivan was a brave man, but there is a time when bravery is no
good at all. He shut his eyes and prayed.
He felt and heard the beating of wings, and two arms laced
under his armpits and pulled hard. His fall slowed, ended, and
Ivan dared to look behind, into the eyes of Angen.
"Easy, fellow, I've got you." Angen said.
Ivan gave a timid smile, but didn't dare say a word. Angen
may tire of the game, or take offense, and let him go again.
In silence they rose. Ivan looked for the others, but they
were nowhere in sight. Ivan and Angen climbed back into the air
to rest among the clouds, Angen's wings catching the mass of air
and coasted like a big bird.
"I need to shift your weight." Angen said. "I'll have to
let go for a time. When I do, turn over onto your back and face
me. That's all you have to do. Do you understand?"
Ivan tensed up in fear. "You're going to let me fall!" he
protested.
"Nonsense. Not all angels play the sick games like my
brothers." Angen said. "I only came along to make sure they
didn't hurt anyone. Like they were going to hurt you."
"You're sure?" Ivan knew he sounded like a craven coward,
but when your life depends on another's whim, it's hard to sound
strong.
"I'm sure. Get ready, and don't be afraid. I won't let you
fall any longer than I have to."
"All right." Ivan gulped. "I understand."
And Angen let go of him, and Ivan was falling once more.
Perhaps ten seconds passed in time, but to Ivan it was an
eternity, an eternity of falling through space. Then Angen was
in front of him and clutching him around his arms again.
"Now, hold onto me with your arms and legs, too. Clutch me
like I was your father and you were my baby."
Ivan had no choice; he obeyed, wrapping his body around
Angen like a child. He interlocked his arms around Angen's back,
feeling the wings beating at him furiously, his legs clutched
each other at his ankles. Angen flapped hard, and they were
airborne once again, Ivan holding onto his angel like a baby
monkey clutches its mother.
"There, that's better." Angen said, smiling at his captive.
He really was quite human, from the tufts of hair on his chest
and the pert nipples, to the undoubted boner now a lump on Ivan's
abdomen. "I can fly for quite some time like this. How about
you?"
"Sure." Ivan said. "I wanted to talk to one of you anyway."
"What about?"
"I'm looking for a friend." and Ivan told of David, and what
he looked like.
"We have some turtles back at our nest." Angen said. "But I
don't remember one like that."
"Think hard." Ivan said. "Please be sure."
"Hmm. Tell you what. I'll take you back to the nest, and
you can look them over. I'll protect you as much as I can, but
my people can be very rough with those they consider
subcreatures."
"Like myself?" Ivan said, a troubled smile. If he was a
"subcreature"? Did Angen intend to keep his promise, or just to
keep his captive quiet on the trip back to his "nest"?
"I didn't mean it like that." Angen chided him gently. "We
aren't all alike, you know. I'll admit my people think I'm very
strange."
"You don't look strange to me." Ivan said. He didn't.
Angen looked like a normal human being, if you ignored over
twenty feet of wingspread, wings white like swan's wings. Angen
himself was a giant, standing over eight feet tall, but he was
thin, with bones like, well, like birds. "You look human enough
for me."
Angen looked at him. "That is an insult in our culture,
turtle."
"Don't call me a turtle." Ivan said.
"You're talking smart for a man who is depending on my
goodwill for his very life."
"Well, how would you prefer I act?" Ivan said, squirming
against the angel's cock. It wasn't kosher, or even to his
liking, but they had touched on several pink clouds, and it was
getting to him. The angel, too, he could feel.
Angen smiled and squirmed right back at him. A few
maneuvers Ivan cooperated with, and he was sitting at Angen's
waist, and Angen's cock was free to slide into him. Ivan wished
for some lube--Angen's schlong felt awfully big--but the passion
of the pink fog would probably let him handle it.
And it did. Angen was gentle enough, and they took their
time, as much as rising desire and an impending pink cloud
enveloping them would allow, but Angen's cock was imbedded in
Ivan's ass as the cloud surrounded them, caressing them with its
impudent fingers.
Ivan groaned with the size of the angel's cock. It was all
his butt could handle, just holding it there. But the pink mist
touched him, and Ivan's butt muscles made way for the massive
schlong inside it. It became comfortable at last, comfortable
and wanted.
Ivan remembered Singh's bounce on his cock the previous day,
and imitated it, wavering back and forth underneath Angen and his
huge wings, like a monkey swinging from a tree-limb while hanging
on with hands and feet. It wasn't a flattering image, but Ivan
used the same movements to help him fuck himself on Angen's cock.
Angen groaned at Ivan's adept motions. "Oh, my own sweet
turtle-man." he whispered in Ivan's ear. "My wonderful turtle."
"My gentle angel." Ivan responded. "Carrying me on his
wings."
Their flight became erratic as Angen was caught up in the
sensations of Ivan's ass around his cock. He bucked and
thrashed, and Ivan felt as if he were on a roller coaster. Angen
was groaning and thrashing, sending them wheeling around and
around at a dizzying pace, and Ivan held on tight as Angen
stopped flying altogether to send his come spurting into Ivan's
butt.
Ivan was groaning with the speed of the fuck as Angen was
caught up with his orgasm. His prostate was being mauled by the
huge cock and Ivan moaned, his come flew onto Angen's chest and
stomach, making audible splats on the hollow-like body.
Angen gasped for breath still, and Ivan looked below, saw
the ground approaching fast. He shouted, "Angen, the ground!"
and Angen whipped his wings hard to catch them in their fall.
Just a few feet above the highest treetops and Angen slowed their
drop, caught them, and flapped them up high again. Ivan looked
upwards past Angen's chin, feeling the sticky come between them
and the angel's come in his ass.
They were approaching a small mountain village. "What is
that?"
"That is my home." Angen said. "Mine and my family's."
And he brought the two of them to a safe perch on the
mountain's edge.
END OF CHAPTER 9
TO BE CONTINUED